Friday, September 30, 2011

Nut is my diva. She spends more time looking in the mirror and complimenting herself than anyone I know. That's okay though, right? Healthy self-esteem. And she's quick to tell other people how cute they look too so I think it all balances out. This morning she informed me she wanted to wear her Halloween skirt to school (yes, my 3 year old not only has her wardrobe memorized but also gets to pick out her own clothes). I hadn't gotten any pictures of her in yet though and when I looked out the front door and caught of glimpse of her in all her fashionista glory, I figured I might as well take some. As soon as she saw the phone come out of my purse, she was in full model mode.

I told her to smile and look cute for the camera and this is what I get:

I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I'm peace out'ing!"

I call this one her celebrity I'm-too-cool-for-this-crap pose:

I'm not really sure where she picked up the "Faaaabulous!" pose (secretly I wonder how many episodes of RHONJ she watched with my mom when she babysat them), but I have to admit it is pretty damn funny.

Christmas cards photos should be fun this year. She would have continued posing all morning if we weren't running late for school and instead had to settle for looking through my phone at all her shots and congratulating herself (and me) on her new clothes:

"You buyed me this outfit, Mommy? Pat yourself on the back for a job well done!"

Thursday, September 29, 2011

I was all prepared to post one of my favorite pics of the kids from the past few months for WW yesterday but got distracted and it didn't happen. I'm doing it today though because I seriously *heart* this pic AND as a Cardinals fan, I am TOTALLY ON CLOUD NINE about my boys in red making it to the playoffs!!!

Monday, September 26, 2011

I'm writing to you in response of what I found awaiting me this morning in the bathroom. The photographic evidence is posted below in case you have forgotten:

Though neither of you will admit to it, I know for a fact that I didn't put the toilet paper under running water and then stash it in the hopes that nobody would notice. Oh no, not me. If I had done it, I would have known that sitting down on the potty ten minutes later was not a good idea. I would have known when the Starbucks I enjoyed last night hit me I better be prepared, seeing as how OUR LAST ROLL OF TOILET PAPER WAS NOW MUSH. But I didn't know that. YOU apparently did though, seeing as how nobody would respond to my pleas to please bring me the baby wipes, WHY WON'T SOMEBODY BRING ME THE GOD FORSAKEN BABY WIPES!?! I guess I should have been suspicious from the start, seeing as how I was actually being allowed to poo in private.

And that brings us to issue #2 (no pun intended). Here's the thing, kids... Mommy does not ask for much. And if I do, generally you choose not to listen anyways so it's like my demands were never mentioned in the first place. One thing I am consistant on is my request to poo uninterrupted. That's all. I'm quite stealthy at it, I can be in and out in under three minutes. Please afford me this luxury. PLEASE. Sure, the clapping you do is appreciated. And it is nice of Bug to offer me bits of toilet paper, even if they are so small it would be like wiping with shredded lunch meat. And I'll admit that it isn't ALWAYS your fault, Nut, that you have to pee the second my butt touches the seat.

But I don't need for my three year old to tell me my poop smells and to ask me to leave the bathroom (kind of hard to do logistically when I'm still..erm.. in the middle of it). You guys don't need to brush your teeth or wash your hands or put on lotion or get a bandaid or have me open a juice box RIGHT THAT INSTANT. Surely you can wait 90 seconds. Surely you can cut your mother some slack. Surely.....

Friday, September 23, 2011

My precious offspring have started arguing with each other recently. There had been sibling rivalry before, shoving for toys, blaming messes on the other... the usual.

But now we are on to full-fledged verbal spats. Half the time I have NOT A CLUE what the issue is or what the hell they're saying, but it can be amusing to watch. You didn't think I'd leave you guys outta the fun, did you??

So from what I can gather, Nut pointed to a picture of her infant self, informed Bug it was her, and he disagreed. This is what ensued:

Thursday, September 22, 2011

So it's Thursday. On the one hand, only one more work day left in the week - on the other, still one more work day left. It's a glass half empty kinda day around here and I'm wishing it was half full of wine. I'm finally beginning to believe that fall is here to stay - yay! - and I think I made it through the allergy season relatively unscathed. This is AWESOME news if you remember my seven week long coughing fit from last year.

I've started working a new shift at work, 9 to 6, which I LOATHE. I have to rely on the ex to pick the kids up from daycare every night and then by the time we get home, it is almost 6:30 and I've still got a meal to fix. I swear by the time I get dinner on the table, Bug has all but started to gnaw his own arm off. Have I mentioned he has garnered the nickname Fat Baby in the last few months? Not because he is fat by any means, but just because the kid can EAT. Seriously. Do you know many kids who could wolf down three bowls of spaghetti on their 2nd birthday? Thank God he never sits still or he'd have to be moved out of the house with a fork lift by the time he was 5.

What I do like about the later shift is that I don't have to be at work until 9am, which means we don't have to leave the house until 8:30...which means I don't have to wake up two grumpy toddlers at 6:30...which means my morning runs much smoother. It also means that when I was driving to work yesterday morning, I got to hear the weekly segment on the local radio station where they have a psychic phone in. If you can get through, you give her your first name and age and voila! She gives you a reading. I should give a disclaimer here where I say that I take all the psychic stuff with a grain of salt, blah blah blah. Whatever. I like them. I think they're fun. Now hush. Anyways.... lo and behold, I pick up trusty Droid when they queued the Psychic Suzanna theme music yesterday and got through. Too bad they weren't giving away money or something. But I digress...

The first thing good ol' Psychic Suzanna asked me was, "Nicky, are you pregnant?"

Um... say what?! I about shat myself. I told her no (and by told I mean I pretty much shouted it into the phone), but she couldn't let it go. Oh no. She had to continue on, tell me I wasn't fixed and insist, "Well you don't have three kids yet, do you?!?"

Hmmph.

She followed up that jaw dropper by telling me to expect some fun in a bowling alley. What? My mind is always in the gutter and after the pregnancy shocker, my first thought was that if I ever thought of having sex in a bowling alley, THAT idea is out....

Needless to say I don't remember much else of what she said because the threat of an impending pregnany was enough to make my ovaries swoop down and rip my lady bits off. I mean, sure I'd like another baby sometime down the road - like when I'm duped into marriage again... but not now. No way, no how. All that lady has managed to do is effectively ruin sex for me for a while. Which, hello! How rude.

Friday, September 16, 2011

I don't ever do regular features -hell, I don't even update regularly anymore if I'm being honest. But like I said earlier this week, I am turning over a new (or maybe it is old..?) leaf and getting back to my bloggy roots.

(pause for applause)

That being said, I'm introducing the one, the only (I hope, I didn't Google it before making that proclmation) SHIT-MY-KIDS-SAID-THIS-WEEK FRIDAY (SMKSTW)!!!! This is said dripping with sarcasm, so for those of you that are thinking I've turned into a complete douchebag during my blogging absence, fear not. I do think I will make it an every Friday thing though, because I have to say, my kids (well, okay mostly Nut since Bug doesn't say much that I can understand) say some huh-larious stuff.

Case in point -

Reagan on:

Her runny nose My nose is getting ridiculous.

Her new outfit This is the cutedest outfit EVER. I look FaaAAAAAaaabulous!

After passing gas (which is a really NICE term for what came from her tiny tush) Hear that? It was a bullfrog!

On hearing they were serving coffee cake for breakfast at daycare Coffee?!? I want a peppermint mocha!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Nut started dance class last night. It has been all she has talked about since I signed her up last month; all she tells anybody she meets about: "I'm going to be a ballerina. I will look faaAAAaaabulous and people will watch me dance on the stage!" (Have I mentioned her modesty?)I knew I wasn't going to have to worry about her playing shy or not wanting to participate. She was impatient waiting for them to open the doors "This is ridiculous. Are they gonna let us in or what?!?" and when they finally did, she about took out three classmates shoving her way to get in. She barely glanced back at me after securing a spot in the circle and wouldn't even come give me a kiss.

After I picked her up, I asked her what she learned - wanting to make sure I am getting my money's worth and all - and she very seriously responded, "how to tap tap tap my toes and roar like a lion."

Monday, September 12, 2011

I think I'm ready to blow the dust off my keyboard. I MISS writing. I miss reading. I miss my bloggy buddies.

It has now been one year since I began my single mom endeavor. I feel like I've finally settled into a routine and I'm ready to start spewing my randomness again. I can only hope that you all haven't given me up for dead.

I know you'd probably like an insight into what I've been doing the last twelve months or so, and it exhausts me to think about telling it all, so I'll just give the synopsis:

I am still at my job, but I still miss being a SAHM at times. I'm lucky the kids are at a great daycare/preschool though and doing awesome there, I'm so proud of everything that they are learning. Bug just turned 2, still doesn't sleep and is still a fricking wildman - as Nut will say, "my brudder is a WUNATIC!" As for my red-headed ball of fire, she is now 3.5 and sassier than ever. I could probably write a book of the things she spouts off, she is definitely her mother's child. Center of attention, a smart ass already, and a complete drama queen at times. I will definitely add some pictures later, I love to show them off.

I gave the ol' online dating thing a try... Good Lord, do I have some tales to tell. Those will have to wait for another day though, but I promise you they are worth it. I got my heart broken for the first time in my life. I think it needed to happen, as much as it sucked at the time. I know it probably sounds silly considering my husband and I split up, but I grieved that relationship while I was still in it so when things officially "ended", I was over it. I have been dating a great guy for a few months now though and I'm lucky to have somebody who makes me smile on a daily basis. I'll admit I don't like to talk about that too much on here - don't want to jinx it - but I will say I am a happy girl lately. :)

So there you have it. The ins and outs of the last year in 30 seconds or less. Now I just need to get into my Google Reader and see what the rest of you have been up to - unless of course you want to leave me your 30 second synopsis in the comments.. *hint hint*